Welcome to my world, it gets brighter everyday.

A poem

There are two tubs of paint

beside me

on the desk

I bought them yesterday

and they didn’t last long

now

I can hear cars

out the window

and some kind of machine

cutting concrete

it is Monday

and there is a sense

that I have

after viewing outside

and now hearing it

this morning

that it’s an epic day

maybe it’s fuelled by

the weekend hangovers

or the current wars

but now

after listening to the birds

again,

it is not

it is not epic at all

it is not epic

this day

the birds sing

and tell me to walk it off

Oliver Shaw. Mon 30 Sep 11:15 AM.





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